Do you know what I think we need?
Well, or maybe it's just me, but the John/Rodney DOLLHOUSE OF YAY has got me thinking that we need DOMESTIC JOHN/RODNEY ficlets. That's right, people, the sparkly-curtainfic beckons. Write some older, crotchety retired boys, some horny boys of any age, our boys moving in together, our boys getting hitched, our boys with Teyla's baby, our boys with anybody's babies, our boys shopping for pillow shams at the Pottery Barn, I CARE NOT! Just bring on the domesticity and post either the story (or art!) or a link thereto in the comments! :) Let's get domestic!
RODNEY: Oh, God, don't drop me.
JOHN: Okay, then quit wiggling.
RODNEY (grabbing at John's neck): This is the worst idea ever.
JOHN (glaring): It was your idea!
RODNEY: It was not!
JOHN: ...
RODNEY: Fine, maybe it was my idea. But Jeanie plied me with about a half a gallon of tequila - I wasn't in my right mind.
JOHN (reaching the top step): Whatever, we're doing it. Okay, here we go. Duck your head!
RODNEY: What? Oh! (thunking sound, like a watermelon hitting the pavement) OW!
JOHN: I told you -
RODNEY: Hello, half a gallon of tequila! My reflexes are a little slower than usual!
JOHN (dropping Rodney on the other side of the threshold): Great. So does that mean you're too drunk to - (makes a gesture)
RODNEY: I'll never be too drunk for that.
JOHN (leaning in, against Rodney's lips): Good. (they kiss)
RODNEY: So.
JOHN: Yeah.
RODNEY: We're married.
JOHN: Yup.
RODNEY: And this is our house.
JOHN: Mmm-hmm.
RODNEY: I think I'm going to like domestic respectability.
JOHN (closing the door behind them and pulling Rodney into his arms): I'll do domestic. But there's no reason we have to be respectable, too.
(fade to black)
I will return, but I must run away for a little while, for tex has sent me the entire run of SG-1! OMG! :D *hugs* Thank you so much, m'dear! As always, you are too good to me!
RODNEY: Oh, God, don't drop me.
JOHN: Okay, then quit wiggling.
RODNEY (grabbing at John's neck): This is the worst idea ever.
JOHN (glaring): It was your idea!
RODNEY: It was not!
JOHN: ...
RODNEY: Fine, maybe it was my idea. But Jeanie plied me with about a half a gallon of tequila - I wasn't in my right mind.
JOHN (reaching the top step): Whatever, we're doing it. Okay, here we go. Duck your head!
RODNEY: What? Oh! (thunking sound, like a watermelon hitting the pavement) OW!
JOHN: I told you -
RODNEY: Hello, half a gallon of tequila! My reflexes are a little slower than usual!
JOHN (dropping Rodney on the other side of the threshold): Great. So does that mean you're too drunk to - (makes a gesture)
RODNEY: I'll never be too drunk for that.
JOHN (leaning in, against Rodney's lips): Good. (they kiss)
RODNEY: So.
JOHN: Yeah.
RODNEY: We're married.
JOHN: Yup.
RODNEY: And this is our house.
JOHN: Mmm-hmm.
RODNEY: I think I'm going to like domestic respectability.
JOHN (closing the door behind them and pulling Rodney into his arms): I'll do domestic. But there's no reason we have to be respectable, too.
(fade to black)
I will return, but I must run away for a little while, for tex has sent me the entire run of SG-1! OMG! :D *hugs* Thank you so much, m'dear! As always, you are too good to me!